I am that I am not, I am who I can't be.

So to say I have been told that I am not

Im sure of it. 

Since the incubator, I no longer can breathe with water upon my optical nerve

I have been told a tale. A scripture. A long lived falsehood.

I have been falsely accused. 

As I desert upon these meagar rations and 

I stand boldly with obscure credence, I search for my incarnative experment.

I see it in the tides. It blends in the water. 

I can not see it anymore. 

I can survive on no island. 



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